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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
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 synthesizer 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 Simply Red 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
Pylon,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.