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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
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 marimba 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 Leaves to the punk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
cv313,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Urselle,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.