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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
The Sound,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
UT,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.