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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Index,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.