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 Romania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rapeman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Index,
Robert Hood,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.