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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
10cc,
The Index,
Aural Exciters,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.