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 Antigua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.