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 Iran and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Blues Magoos to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.