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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
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 theremin 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 The Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.