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 Serbia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix 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?
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
cv313,
Darondo,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
X-101,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.