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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dual Sessions to the funk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.