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 Morocco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.