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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Jandek,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.