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 Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.