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 Singapore and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Terry to the jazz 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
CMW,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.