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 Panama 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
Pole,
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Ossler,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.