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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.