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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.