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 Canada and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Pylon to the disco 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.