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 Germany and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek 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?
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
John Cale,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.