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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Kinks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pulsallama,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.