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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
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 Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Alton Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.