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 Norway and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Clear Light to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Franke,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.