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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.