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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
Franke,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.