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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Star Department 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
The Associates,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.