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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 The Names to the rock 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.