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 India and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.