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 Australia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Quantec to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.