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 South Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q65 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
the Slits,
Roxette,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.