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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
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 rhodes 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Jawbox,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.