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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sexual Harrassment 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.