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 Colombia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
The Human League,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.