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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog 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?
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Magma,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.