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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Circle Jerks to the dance 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.