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 Belgium and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Rundgren to the punk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.