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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Y Pants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.