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 India and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia to the disco 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.