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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Alphaville to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.