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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 The Five Americans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.