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 Romania and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Nico,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.