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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Visage to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.