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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Cymande,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.