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 Qatar and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Move 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.