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 Haiti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Sun City Girls to the grime 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans 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?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.