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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Schoolly D to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
X-101,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.