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 Germany and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.