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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Patti Smith to the grime 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.