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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
MC5,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.