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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Symarip 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes 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?
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.