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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 The Remains to the disco 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.