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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Minny Pops to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.