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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Flamin' Groovies 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
New Age Steppers,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
Simply Red,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.