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 Monaco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Joe Smooth to the funk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
cv313,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.