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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 The Star Department to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.