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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mighty Diamonds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.