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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Five Americans to the dance 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Q65,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.