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 Qatar and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
MC5,
June of 44,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.