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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.