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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Royal Trux to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
DNA,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.