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 Albania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.