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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Icehouse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Nas,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.