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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 The New Christs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.