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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris & Cosey to the rap 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Monks,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.