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 Panama and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Skaos 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.