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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.