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 Poland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.