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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 OOIOO to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.