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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Faust to the grime 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.