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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the rap 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.