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 Argentina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neu! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.