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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Zero Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.