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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Magma,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Can,
The Gories,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.