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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Techniques to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
the Association,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.