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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.