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 Russia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Graham Central Station to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.