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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Von Mondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.