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 Spain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Clear Light to the crunk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
Hoover,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.