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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the jazz 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
Echospace,
UT,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.