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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.