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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.