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 Grenada and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 dance 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.