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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Jandek,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.