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 Italy and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.