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 Gabon and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dead C to the rap 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.