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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Christie. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Can,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.