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 Maldives and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a marimba 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.