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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Franke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.