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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.