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 Djibouti and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zapp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.