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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Carl Craig to the punk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q65,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Nas,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Nico,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
New Order,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.