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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Section 25,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.