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 Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Con Funk Shun to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.