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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
Oneida,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.