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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
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 clarinet 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.