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 Angola and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.