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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
Television,
EPMD,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.