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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes to the dance 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.