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 Honduras and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Model 500 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.