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 Mauritania and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Moebius to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Magazine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.