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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.