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 Sweden and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Organ,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.