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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.