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 Cameroon 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Barrington Levy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.