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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Offenders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Gong,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.