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 Japan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Television to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Ten City,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.