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 China and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 FM Einheit to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
Can,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.