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 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Derrick May to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
Swans,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.