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 Qatar and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Joe Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.