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 Malaysia and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.