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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash 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 Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.