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 South Africa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Liliput,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.