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 Belize and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scion to the jazz 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.