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 Latvia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Association to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.