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 Serbia and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Fear,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.