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 Iceland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Q65,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.