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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 disco 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.