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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.