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 Austria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Joey Negro to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.