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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.