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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
Monks,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.