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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Axelrod to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.