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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.