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 Algeria and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.