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 China and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 The Neon Judgement to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.