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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.