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 Armenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 FM Einheit to the dance 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.