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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.