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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.