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 Brunei and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bob Dylan to the rock 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.