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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scrapy to the jazz 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.