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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Hoover to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
UT,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Nas,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.