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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Ronan to the punk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.