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 Benin and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalann to the disco 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.