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 Portugal and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Brick to the funk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.