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 Nepal and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Surgeon to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Pole,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
MDC,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.