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 Laos and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nils Olav to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
X-102,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.