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 Gabon and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
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 organ 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 Black Pus to the crunk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.