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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Black Moon to the rock 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.