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 Paraguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
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 linndrum 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.