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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nirvana 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.