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 Croatia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.