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 Malaysia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Wings to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
the Association,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.