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 Albania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.