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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Amon Düül to the funk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.