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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.