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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
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 chamberlin 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 Cybotron to the dance 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.