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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
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Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.