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 Maldives and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Howard Jones 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
June Days,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.