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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.