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 Honduras and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
UT,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.