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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 DJ Sneak to the rap 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
Swans,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.