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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Byron Stingily to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.