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 Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Blancmange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.