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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.