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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Fall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Sound,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.