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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 PIL to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.