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 Niger and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
New Order,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.