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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mark Hollis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Nico,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.