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 South Africa and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Faust to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
Index,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.