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 South Africa and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
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 arpeggiator 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 John Foxx to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.