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 Cameroon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Fugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.