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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Subhumans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.