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 Qatar and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.