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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.