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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Barracudas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.