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 Madagascar and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Cybotron to the dance 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.