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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.