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 Somalia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Urselle,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.