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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit 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?
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.