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 Antigua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.