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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Subhumans,
the Association,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.