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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.