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 Uruguay and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Standells to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.