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 Botswana and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.