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 Norway and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.