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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.