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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 The Fall to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.