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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.