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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yellowson to the crunk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Japan,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Television,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.