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 Germany and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.