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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Fat Boys to the rock 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
Television,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q65,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
Smog,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
New Order,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.