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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Martian 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.