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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Cramps to the funk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.