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 Yemen and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 LL Cool J to the crunk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Franke,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
CMW,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Urselle,
Fear,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.