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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 the Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.