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 Burundi and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb 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 Black Sheep to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Symarip,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
ABC,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.