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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 48th St. Collective to the funk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.