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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Rites of Spring to the funk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.