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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
Roxette,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Moebius,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.