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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 The Doors 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.