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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delta 5 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.