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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Negative Approach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
Lyres,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.