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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
The Cure,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Index,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.