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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Cramps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.