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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
Technova,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.