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 Turkey and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
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 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Shoche,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
Magma,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.