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 Mexico and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Sixth Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Inner City,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.