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 Hungary and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.