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 Malaysia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Oblivians to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.