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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Model 500 to the grime 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.