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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.