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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slave to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.