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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stiv Bators to the rock 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring 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 dance 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.