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 Brunei and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 The Slackers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
Whodini,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.