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 Botswana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.