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 Togo and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Invisible to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
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.