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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cymande to the grime 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.