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 France and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.