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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Shoche to the dance 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.