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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
The Monks,
Zapp,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
ABC,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.