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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Bar-Kays to the punk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
Can,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.