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 Winnipeg.
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 Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 The Count Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.