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 Kenya 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Yaz,
The Move,
The Associates,
Interpol,
Cymande,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.