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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 The Mummies to the electroclash 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
The Names,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Magazine,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.