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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Wire,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.