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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Alphaville to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.