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 Cape Verde and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Section 25 to the jazz 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Suicide,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.