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 Papua New Guinea 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Star Department to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Intrusion,
New Order,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.