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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.