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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Star Department to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
DNA,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.