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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
Pantytec,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
Ossler,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.