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 Chad and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Franke to the jazz 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
X-102,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.