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 Japan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mantronix to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.