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 Iraq and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Motorama to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.