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 Armenia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Section 25 to the rap 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.