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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Skarface to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
The Litter,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
The Names,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Mars,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.