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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
Brick,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
The United States of America,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
Japan,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.