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 Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.