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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.