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 Congo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 This Heat to the techno 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.