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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
The Slits,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.