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 Russia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 MDC to the dance 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.