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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 The Skatalites to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
the Normal,
Nico,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.