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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joyce Sims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.