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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 E-Dancer to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
Rekid,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.