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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Fluxion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.