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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Motorama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.