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 Korea South and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Index,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.