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 Georgia and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Sound to the rock 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.