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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Slave,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.