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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Gong,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.