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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cure to the jazz 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.