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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-101 to the punk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Index,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.