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 Malta and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Nils Olav to the rap 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.