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 Turkey and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 CMW to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.