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 Ecuador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.