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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Graham Central Station to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Franke,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.