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 Italy and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Black Moon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.