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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.