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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Cameo,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.