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 Dominica and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.