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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Index,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
Unwound,
The Index,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Motorama,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.