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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Vainqueur to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.