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 Malawi and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.