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 Italy and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 the Association to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.