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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Pylon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.