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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.