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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wasted Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.