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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Slave,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.