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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
Newcleus,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.