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 Hungary and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
MC5,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.