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 Liberia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jawbox 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.