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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris Corsano to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Audionom,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.