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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Monks,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
Wings,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.