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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 L. Decosne to the punk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.