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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Panda Bear to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.