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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.