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 Israel and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Wings,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.