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 Belize and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 The Victims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.