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 Mauritius 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Y Pants 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.