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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Roxette to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.