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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The J.B.'s to the rock 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.