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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rekid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Suicide,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.