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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
Q65,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.