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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ultra Naté to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.