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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.