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 Andorra and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Lebanon Hanover 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.