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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Machine to the funk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
MC5,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.