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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Youth Brigade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.