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 Brunei and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the grime 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.