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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Scott Walker to the rock 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Nico,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.