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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
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 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.