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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Modern Lovers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Roxette,
The Monks,
Pagans,
The Index,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.