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 Cuba and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Mo-Dettes 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.