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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Section 25,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.