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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Blancmange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
the Normal,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.