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 Barbados and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
World's Most,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
Pole,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monks,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
Television,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.