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 Bahrain and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Marmalade to the disco 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.