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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.