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 Taiwan and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Lakeside to the funk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.