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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.