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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
Josef K,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Hashim,
Nico,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.