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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 10cc to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.