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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.