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 Moldova and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.