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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Altered Images to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.