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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.