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 Poland and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Teasers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.