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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brand Nubian to the techno 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pop Group,
Monolake,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.