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 Liberia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.