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 Kenya and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Arcadia to the crunk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.