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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.