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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Monolake to the funk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Q65,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.