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 Singapore and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 This Heat to the crunk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan 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?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.