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 Paraguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.