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 Macedonia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Cybotron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
The Litter,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
AZ,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.