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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.