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 Senegal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tom Boy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.