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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 The Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.