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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 The Black Dice to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.