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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.