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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fad Gadget to the rock 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.