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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
The Move,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
X-101,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.