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 Andorra and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
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 mellotron 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 Anthony Braxton to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
New Order,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.