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 Germany and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dead C to the punk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
Index,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.