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 Poland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 D'Angelo to the grunge 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.