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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Remains to the funk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
Q65,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.