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 Sweden and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Toasters to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.