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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chrome to the grime 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.