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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grass Roots to the rock 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.