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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flipper to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.