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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Pagans,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.