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 Syria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Sam Rivers to the grime 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.