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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
Index,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.