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 Egypt and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Pere Ubu to the dance 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
MDC,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.