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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Crime to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop 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?
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.