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 Burkina and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.