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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Teasers to the grime 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.