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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Bob Dylan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
Wire,
Quadrant,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.