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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Erykah Badu to the grime 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Lalann,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.