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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Dirtbombs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.