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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Goldenarms to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.