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 Mali 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
Crime,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.