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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mantronix to the funk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
Pole,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.