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 Malta and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Gong,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.