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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 MDC to the techno 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
Josef K,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.