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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.