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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Almond to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.