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 United States and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Suicide to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Television,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.