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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hardrive to the grime 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.