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 China 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.