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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Index to the crunk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
Can,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.