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 Mali 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.