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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 AZ to the grime 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.