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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.