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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Drexciya to the funk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.