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 Belarus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ken Boothe to the disco 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.