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 Lithuania and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.