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 Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Zapp to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
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Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.