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 Rwanda 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Pole,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Television,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.