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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Soul II Soul to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
Nico,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.