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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.