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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.