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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.