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 Angola and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Happenings to the rap 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Shoche,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.