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 Hungary and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.