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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Zero Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
Japan,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.