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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 The Monochrome Set 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.