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 Malta and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.