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 France and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.