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 Georgia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ponytail to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Television,
DNA,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.