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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
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 spring reverb 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
The Wake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.