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 Austria and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.