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 Finland and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.