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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Qualms,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.