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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra to the rap 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
Television,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.