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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.