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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul II Soul to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.