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 China and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.