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 Chile and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unwound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
JFA,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Can,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.