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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Neil Young to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.