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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.