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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Letta Mbulu to the grime 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
Nico,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
Index,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Nas,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.