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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.