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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
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 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.