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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Association to the grime 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.