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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Mojo Men to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.