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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
The Victims,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Monks,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.