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 Zambia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Jeff Mills to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.