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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.