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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.