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 Switzerland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal 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?
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echospace,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.