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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swell Maps to the rap 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.