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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.