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 Congo 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.