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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.