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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Drexciya to the techno 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.