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 Russia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crooked Eye to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Magma,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
Pole,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.