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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Negative Approach to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
The Index,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.