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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Trojans to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
The Gories,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Audionom,
Fear,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.