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 Oman and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
The Busters,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.