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 Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Patti Smith to the punk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Scientists,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.