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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Japan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.