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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 funk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
Mars,
X-101,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
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.