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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
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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.