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 Lithuania and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.