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 Mauritius and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rapeman to the dance 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Whodini,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.