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 Iran and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Can 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
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.