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 Palau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Wings to the jazz 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.