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 Botswana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Taipei and Woodstock.
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 arpeggiator 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.