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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.