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 Croatia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.