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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 The Misunderstood to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.