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 Peru and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
Q65,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.