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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.