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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pierre Henry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.