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 Yemen and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.