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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.