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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DNA to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
JFA,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.