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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Adolescents to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.