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 India and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Slave,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.