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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Harry Pussy to the rock 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.