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 Angola and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.