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 Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Angry Samoans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.