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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Oblivians to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.