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 India and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.