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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.