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 Romania and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.