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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Smog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.