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 Papua New Guinea and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vainqueur to the dance 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.