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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.