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 Andorra and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.