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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
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 Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Age Steppers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.