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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Panda Bear to the rap 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.