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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 John Coltrane to the rap 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.