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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.