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 Bolivia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pole to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.