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 St Lucia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Morten Harket to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.