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 Sudan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Eurythmics to the rock 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.