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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Scientists to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.