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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.