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 Uzbekistan 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Swans to the jazz 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
MDC,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.