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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Kas Product to the grime 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Can,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.