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 Benin and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flesh Eaters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.