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 Russia and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Althea and Donna 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Niagra,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.