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 Norway and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Adolescents to the rock 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.