Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nils Olav to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
Faust,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.