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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Jeff Mills to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q65,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.