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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Godley & Creme to the grime 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Clear Light,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.