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 South Africa and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
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 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 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 Von Mondo to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.