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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick May to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.