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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q65,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.