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 Togo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Popol Vuh to the disco 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.