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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Cybotron,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Pole,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.