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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Tres Demented to the rap 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
MC5,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
The Move,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.