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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
The Standells,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.