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 Barbados and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.