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 Iraq and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
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 harpsichord 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 Sister Nancy to the rock 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.