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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 The Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Swans,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.