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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
Ossler,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Sparks,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.