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 Namibia and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Whodini to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible,
MDC,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.