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 Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Slave 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.