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 Bulgaria 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.