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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.