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 Somalia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
CMW,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.