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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.