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 Andorra and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erasure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.