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 Qatar and from Calgary.
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 Bologna and Jakarta.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Leaves to the dance 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.