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 Albania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the grime 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.