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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Ossler,
Index,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.