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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s 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 Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.