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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
The Move,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.