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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Icehouse to the punk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.