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 Italy and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 MDC to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.