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 Iran and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
a-ha,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.