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 Australia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the grime 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
Lalann,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.