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 South Africa and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Essential Logic to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.