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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.