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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.