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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Suicide,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
DNA,
Aswad,
Japan,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.