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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
The Gories,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.