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 Japan and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.