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 Namibia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 K-Klass to the rock 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.