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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Warren Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.