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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Interpol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.