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 East Timor and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pussy Galore to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.