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 Guyana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Index to the rock 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.