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 Croatia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Mission of Burma to the grime 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.