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 Mozambique and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Mandrill to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.