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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 The Shadows of Knight to the dance 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.