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 Norway and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
The Monks,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.