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 Jamaica 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visage to the crunk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
AZ,
Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
UT,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.