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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.