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 Uganda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Josef K to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
Nico,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.