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 Kazakhstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q65,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.