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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Rakim,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.