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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zapp to the funk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.