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 El Salvador and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
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 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 Shoche to the punk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Technova,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.