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 Chile and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Zapp,
Japan,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
The Names,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.