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 Spain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Inner City to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
X-101,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.