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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
MC5,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.