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 Chile and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wally Richardson to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.