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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Panda Bear to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.