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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.