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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Angry Samoans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.