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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jawbox to the jazz 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.