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 Germany and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay 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?
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
UT,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.