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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.