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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalann to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
Lalann,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.