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 Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
Brick,
JFA,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.