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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
The Move,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.