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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ten City to the punk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.