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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ossler to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
Nas,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.