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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.