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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.