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 Uzbekistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
Pole,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.