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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Man Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.