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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.