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 Canada and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.