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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Al Stewart to the dance 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.