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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Grey Daturas to the grime 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
Nico,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.